At the End

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we should pretend ourselves,
all those kisses we made
were just touches of skins
all those lines of poetries
were some annoying words
we wrote to praise each other
time we spent together,
was just another nightmare,
and we burned some shits together.

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  1. A Friend of a FriendJune 9, 2019 at 9:41 AM

    Let's just pretend that the other person doesn't exist. Its hard to leave people you care about trust me. It was hard leaving you and Aswin there was a logicial answer why I left but sometime you just have to say your done ♥

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  2. A Friend of a FriendJune 10, 2019 at 2:54 AM

    The question is do I actually have something to come back to?

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    1. y๏μɲǥ ąρ๏ll๏June 10, 2019 at 4:16 AM

      you should find it yourself if it is something there in your heart persuading you too come back ....

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  3. A Friend of a FriendJune 10, 2019 at 7:54 AM

    Yeah, There are people that makes me consider coming back.But at the same time I'm losing my hold on reality. It's really hard for me Losing control is not something I want. I don't think that the time is right for me to come back.

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    1. y๏μɲǥ ąρ๏ll๏June 10, 2019 at 9:14 PM

      k stay in dark then, if it comfort you more than reality ♥

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  4. A Friend of a FriendJune 11, 2019 at 10:34 AM

    Your forgetting that darkness isn't sadness.I do face challenges mentally which is making my reality seems out of control I'm not in the darkness by choice ♥

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